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It's dark here.

Cold.

Where am I –

Kakashi.

Iruka?

Kakashi…

Ruru

Why does your voice sound so broken?

Different from its normal happy tone…

Kakashi…

Iruka…

Why is it so cold?

K-Kakashi, please…

Ruru, are you crying?

Please don't cry…

Please…Kakashi…

Iruka, please don't cry…

'Kashi…

Iruka…why is it so cold here? Dark.

Where are you

Kakashi…

Please…get me out of here…

Kakashi, can you hear me?...

Iruka…

Please open your eyes…p-please look at m-me…

Ruru…don't cry…

Iruka…

Iruka…

Iruka…

The cool pale hand twitched in Iruka's.

"K-Kakashi?" he held the jounin's hand tighter, "…'Kashi…"

The pale blue eye twitched as Kakashi willed it to open. It shuttered open, unfocused, disoriented.

The hitai ate over his sharingan eye felt unfamiliar. It wasn't his.

There was something uncomfortable on his face. A mask. An oxygen mask, in lieu of his dark blue cloth.

The room. It was white, bright.

The ceiling. It looked familiar.

The lone eye focused on the chunin sitting next to his bed. Loose bangs that escaped the ponytail, brushed the tan cheeks. The chocolate eyes looked tired. Sad. But there was a small smile on his lips. A soft, tender one. One that made the jounin feel like if he wasn't in the hospital.

He slowly reached a shaking hand up to cup the chunin's cheek. Touching the warm skin with cool fingers. A warm hand placed itself above his, as the younger man leaned into the touch. A weak pale thumb brushed away a stray tear away from those chocolate eyes.

"Kakashi…" the chunin whispered into the palm of the older man, making the jounin smile weakly under his oxygen mask.

He couldn't really remember why he was in the hospital at the moment. But by the looks of it, he figured it was pretty bad. He didn't want to think about that at the moment. He wanted to concentrate on the warmth the chunin radiated. The warmth that enveloped him and made him feel safe. The warmth that belonged to his Iruka.

"Iruka…" he tried to speak, but his throat was dry and hoarse.

Iruka understood and kissed his palm before placing it back on the bed, "I have to go tell the nurses that you're awake now…," he whispered softly. The pale hand didn't let go. The lone blue eye telling him to stay.

Please stay…

The chunin smiled warmly at him, and didn't move from his chair, keeping the pale hand in his, warming it, even though Kakashi doesn't feel cold anymore.